THE MUSE
You owe me. Pay up. According to my accounts, you have...

CASUAL FRIEND
Send lies to the people listed below....

THE AWARDS COMMITTEE
This is to notify you that--but what's the use?...

THE WISE
The world could fall to pieces with no notice....

UNCLE AL
A chicken is a touchy creature....

THE OTHERS
Here where we live the lines are down and the surprises build into snowbanks...

DANNY
Dusty Clinton Township kids making paper roosters and snowball...

SAMUEL RENSBERGER
I am your grandfather's grandfather and through my wakeless sleep I dream...

OLD NEIGHBOR
East across low muddy fields and behind the screening trees you can see...

THE WORM COUNCIL
We call your attention to worms. Though sweeping ice age disaster...

THE HERON
I flew in down by the round deep pond behind your house...

WITNESS
I saw the largest moon ever rise huge bright yellow, sailing where it cared to...

Dear Eric,

East across low muddy fields and behind the screening trees you 
can see smoke from my chimney. The same thick creek that floods 
your lawn makes a turn by my porch.
	
Someone full of knowledge built this house. Walls join like 
bone to gristle, the foundation is a syllogism of stone. 
It is private. No lane leads here from the road. Twisted 
woods keep out visitors on foot. There are no doors and the 
windows will not yield to any bashing I can muster.

I have lived here who knows how long, ever since I met the 
one who said "Come with me; I will show you something secret 
and perfect . . ."

Old Neighbor


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